Dreaming about London

We stood next to each other feeling the depressed atmosphere and I couldn’t ask for a better time for some fans to spot Harry and ask for hugs and pictures. After a few photos he helped me putting the stuff in to his car. We drove back towards the apartment in complete silence – again I felt grateful that he seemed to know that now wasn’t a good time to talk.


It wasn’t until we both stood out of the car at my place and walked back to the trunk to get out the piano that I said something. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him towards me.


“Thank you, Harry,” I said.

He smiled. “You’re welcome.” He hugged me tightly and took out the big box with the piano and I took the small one with the tripod. “Oh, can you take the bag as well? It’s my running gear,” he said with his arms full. I took the bag and hurried in front of him to open the door.


“Man, that looks heavy,” I said as we walked up the stairs.

“I’m okay,” he heaved exaggerating way too much to make me laugh, and for the first time all day it actually worked.



Inside the apartment I could smell that dinner was cooking.


“Mmmh, that smells amazing!” I shouted to announce that we were home. Aida came out of the kitchen saying: “I’m making Spaghetti Bolognese! The sauce has to cook for one more hour or so, before we can eat. Do you want to eat dinner with us, Harry?”


Harry suddenly looked like the piano wasn’t that heavy anymore looking at Aida. “Uhm… yes. Yes, I would like that,” he said smiling.


I couldn’t help but smile at my two dorky friends acting so cute around each other.


“The piano needs to be in my room,” I interrupted their glancing and made him follow me down the hall.

“Wauw, you don’t own a single furniture in your room and the first thing you buy is a piano,” he said when he came in to my room.

“Trying hard to be a true musician,” I smirked as he sat down the box laughing at my stupid comment. I then handed him his bag with clothes for him to change, though I didn’t expect him to do right in front of me. When I turned around from my suitcase with my running clothes in my hands I couldn’t stop myself from exclaiming: “Wow, what a sight!” as I covered my eyes with my hand.

He laughed and put on a t-shirt. “Sorry, didn’t think it was a problem.”

“No, it’s not a problem, it’s just… It’s like when Aida is taking off her bra, I don’t mind her stripping down in front of me, I would just like a little warning before I accidently bump in to her naked breasts,” I said still feeling a bit stunned by seeing Harry in nothing but his boxers a few seconds ago.

He laughed again at my silly comparison, but I noticed that his laugh wasn’t as relaxed as before and that he was blushing a bit.

“Why don’t you ask her out?” I asked before I managed to keep myself quiet.

“Uhm… what? What are you talking about?” he asked trying very hard to act casual – didn’t go too well for him and I decided to be honest with him.

“Harry, you like her,” I said and he was just still staring at me. “And she likes you.”


My last sentence seemed to get to him as his face turned completely red. “Do you think?” he asked.

“Positive. I can tell that she truly thinks you’re great. And she hasn’t yet found anyone she has talked about the way she has spoken of you.” I wasn’t exactly sure how much I was supposed to reveal as Aida’s friend, but I convinced myself that she would thank me one day.


“Really?” His eyes were wide open now and he looked extremely curious. “What exactly has she said about me?”

“Oh, I can’t reveal any more to you, mr. Styles. You’d have to ask her.”


He smiled and put on his shorts, which made me happy since I had to force myself not to look at his devoid crotch.

“Aren’t you going to change?” he asked me as I stood waiting for him to be done.

“Not with you in here,” I said. “Go out and talk to Aida in the kitchen.”



He left my room laughing, once again with this slightly nervous tone to it. I quickly changed and put on my shoes and went out in the kitchen to find Harry tickling Aida as she chopped up some salad.

“Popping straight out of a really bad Hollywood classic,” I said loudly when I walked in on them. They both blushed which only made the whole situation even more funny and it was now my turn to laugh.

“Come on, Harry, we have a workout to do,” I said a few seconds later.


We went down the stairs and outside.


“Ok, just so you know, I would like not to end up like Niall,” Harry said and he probably meant it as a joke but it just destroyed my mood completely thinking about him, so I tried to say unaffected: “Ok, then just so you know, I’ve had some problems with me knee lately, but we’ll see how it goes.”



We got ready by doing a few short stretches and just as we began running I added: “And I sweat a lot.”

He laughed. “Okay then.”




My knee actually did pretty good, I almost didn’t notice it, only in the very end, even though I did my best to challenge Harry by tracing up the pace bit by bit. I was feeling even more nervous with him running with me, since he probably thought that I was some kind of psycho at running, so I tried to act like one and I think it worked since Harry was sweating and breathing heavily like me. And just like Niall he couldn’t help but ask in the end:

“Ok, how long are we going to do this?”

“We’ll just finish this round and then home,” I heaved.

“I don’t think I can go that far,” he suddenly said and stopped.

“Of course you can, you made it this far and you’re going to finish!” I yelled and pulled in his arm. He looked at me a bit terrified but then started running again and he actually didn’t stop or say anything until we reached the stairs at my building.



“Man!” he then exclaimed. “Now I… really feel… very… sorry… for Niall… You are… crazy.”

“This was… a tough one,” I heaved unable to control my breathing the slightest. I walked around with my hands on my head while Harry looked like his legs were about to collapse under him every second.




After a few minutes we went upstairs.

“Wow, don’t you look dashing,” Aida said with a frown on her forehead as she looked at his wet hair and red face. It felt nice to know that I wasn’t the only one looking like this right now.


“I need a shower. Can I borrow a towel?” he asked still struggling to breathe and I nodded.

“But I’m going to shower before you!” I objected and went to my room to get some towels and then rushing in to the bathroom. The cold water cooled me down, it felt amazing. When I got out a few minutes later with the towel wrapped around my body I heard Aida and Harry talking in the kitchen, I don’t think they heard me coming out of the bathroom.


“So I guess Maja was a bit hard on you today?” Aida asked.

“Yeah, she’s a great training buddy. Can’t wait till I maybe get to challenge her a bit someday,” he said.

“Come on, with your guns I think you could take down any man!” Aida said teasingly and could hear him chuckle.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you something…” he suddenly began.

“Yeah?” she said curiously, it wasn’t hard to know that she was hoping to hear.



Ask her, ask her, Harry! Was all I could think of at that second.



“Can I borrow your vinyl with Foster the People?” he asked and my heart fell to the ground. God damnit! I had to bite my lip in order not to shout that out loud.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure you can,” she said cheerfully, but I could tell that she had to force that tone in her voice, since I knew she couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed.



“You can have the bathroom now,” I said as I walked in to the kitchen revealing my presence.

“Oh, hi Maja. Ok thanks,” Harry said and went past me through the door.




“What a pussy,” I blurred out as I heard the door to the bathroom shut behind him.

“Excuse me?” Aida said not knowing that I had been talking to Harry about her.

“Nothing,” I quickly said suddenly realizing that it probably wasn’t my job to create the two of them a love life. Or at least that what I was thinking until her next comment.


“I can’t help but feel that he might be in to you,” she said stirring around in the pot of meat sauce and not looking at me. If she had looked at me she would have seen my eyes and mouth fly out immediately.

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed which finally made her look up at me with a scared expression on her face. She didn’t say anything, probably not understanding what I meant so I elaborated:

“I have seen the way he’s looking at you every time he sees you, and I really mean every single time…”

“Shh, Maja, he can hear you!” she tried to calm me down.

“He’s obviously in to you and definitely not me! Harry and I are friends – good friends – and I would like if we could keep it that way, I’ve never met as nice a guy as him. But it’s incredibly easy to sense that that’s exactly how he feels as well about me. You don’t notice his behavior around you, because you’re such a dork and therefor never sense stuff like that. And the only reason that he hasn’t asked you out yet is because he’s a dork as well.”



Aida couldn’t do anything but blinking a few times once I’d finished my outbreak. I knew that this was one of the few times where I experienced the tiny, insecure girl that was hidden behind her fabulous and confident outer. And she didn’t have to say anything when feeling devoid as she probably did right now, so I just hugged her.

“Trust me,” I said cupping her face in my hands and she smiled.

“Go get dressed, dinner’s ready in a moment,” she said smirking at me as I scooted out of the kitchen and when I came back both Em and Harry sat ready at the table to eat. I had to sit on the corner at the table on my piano stool, since we only had three chairs.



“Hey Em, what have you been doing?” I asked when I saw her sitting with spaghetti hanging out of her mouth.

She chewed and then answered: “Relaxing for a few hours with some calm music and checking out Twitter. I’m literally all over it. We’re all over it!”


My eyes flew open along with Aida’s as we both pulled out our phones to check out any photos.



And there they were; all sorts of different photos of Liam and Em sitting on a French romantic restaurant.


“Wow, you really do look beautiful,” I said.

“Mm thanks to you guys,” she said smiling.

“I didn’t even get e chance to hear about your date yesterday,” I then said thinking about my early leaving last night. “So how did everything go?”

“He’s amazing,” she answered not even smiling. “He’s the first guy I’ve ever felt for this way. It’s really different.”


“He likes you a lot too,” Harry suddenly interrupted our girls’ talk. “I mean, he can’t stop talking about you anyway,” he added when we all looked at him with curiosity.


“But it was also crazy,” Em then said with a frown on her forehead. “There were suddenly loads of people and journalists outside the restaurant all asking who I was and what on Earth I was doing with Liam and so on.”

“And what did you say?” I asked with my eyes wide open.

“Liam said…” she hesitated with a huge grin forming on her face, “that I was his girlfriend.”

“Oh my God, that is so great!” Aida exclaimed and Harry smiled at her.

“I have to say that it’s not easy to be on a date with a person that so many people think they know so well. If it hadn’t been for his bodyguard we would never have gotten out of there alive.”

“God, that really is crazy,” I gushed before I returned to my phone.



I browsed through so many pictures on Twitter it almost made me dizzy. There were also many ones of our big group sitting at the table in the bar last night and also some of Em, Aida and I performing Mama Lied.

“Guess I was a bit more drunk than I remember,” I said when I saw myself in one where I looked like I was about to eat the microphone.




And there it was; a close up on me and Niall both smiling at each other at the point where he had put his hand on my thigh underneath the table.



That picture made my heart feel so heavy and some extremely bad stomach cramps started forming inside me the more I looked at it. Harry noticed my sudden moment of silence and looked over my shoulder at my phone screen. He didn’t say anything, probably not knowing what to say.

I looked up to see both Aida and Em looking at me with sorry faces. “So hard to believe that was only yesterday,” I said glancing down at the picture again. “I’m not hungry.”

I stood up and grabbed the piano stool.

“But you haven’t been eating anything all day…” Aida was about to object but I just walked out of the kitchen and in to my room. As soon as I’d closed the door behind me the tears started streaming down my cheeks again. And with eyes so wet that I could barely see anything I began unpacking the big box that Harry had put on the floor a few hours earlier.



I put the piano on the tripod and sat down to play. I didn’t even have to use the recording of what I’d played at Kensington Pianos cause it seemed like it was the right notes that came out through my fingers at that point – and having felt same way in the piano shop I knew that it would be exactly the same.


I played and played and hummed a melody. After an hour I sat down with my scrap book to write some lyrics and for the first time it actually went really quickly making them. Word by word got fitted in to the music and I then sat down again to try to sing the lyrics – not too loud since I didn’t want the others to hear the song.


I had never devoid myself that much in a song and the point of making it wasn’t to perform it but just to help lighten the burden of thoughts in my head.



At some time I looked at the clock at my phone to see that it was almost 12 o’clock and I decided to go brush my teeth thinking that it might be possible to get some sleep after having written a song like that.

Outside my room all the lights were turned off, they had probably all gone to bed feeling as tired as me from last night. In the living room on my way to the bathroom I noticed a pair of brown leather boots lying on the floor and they definitely did not belong to me, Em or Aida.

Notes

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